The Pubs

See below for all posts on the pubs we’ve chronicled to date.
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The South Strand

The South Strand

If you happened to suffer from auto-brewery syndrome: a rare gastro-intestinal condition where your digestive system ferments ingested food to alcohol and causes you to slur your speech, stumble, find it difficult to carry out normal motor…
Joyce, Plunkett and Why We Should Name a Metro Station After The Brian Boru Pub

Joyce, Plunkett and Why We Should Name a Metro Station After The Brian Boru Pub

Come as a surprise, Leixlip, Clonsilla. Dropping down lock by lock to Dublin. With turf from the midland bogs. Salute. He lifted his brown straw hat, saluting Paddy Dignam.They drove on past Brian Boroimhe house. Near it now. James Joyce,…
From Stevedores to Life on Mars: U2, Bowie and The Dockers Pub.

From Stevedores to Life on Mars: U2, Bowie and The Dockers Pub.

On a September’s Friday evening, hardy drinkers have gathered into a quayside pub to mark the end of their working week. The pub, named in accordance with their customer’s and their customer’s forebearer’s profession, is in full swing…
The Fear after The Lagoona: Navigating Wrong Turns, Lost Shoes, and Late DARTs in Dublin.

The Fear after The Lagoona: Navigating Wrong Turns, Lost Shoes, and Late DARTs in Dublin.

In stoic defiance, they stand before me with their arms folded and their serious faces downcast. One of them repeats what the other has already said – but this time in a different phrasing: Look, it’s not happening tonight pal.…
The Foggy Dew, And Why Oliver Cromwell is Responsible for Dublin’s Best Sunday Gig

The Foggy Dew, And Why Oliver Cromwell is Responsible for Dublin’s Best Sunday Gig

Packed into the pub corner, the sweaty milieu are assembled with little regard for personal space. In various mixes of pork pie hats, belts, braces, polo, checkered and gingham shirts - they shake the foundations with their Doc Marten stomps.…
Overheard at the King’s Inn: Creamy Pints and a Glimpse into the World of Petty Crime.

Overheard at the King’s Inn: Creamy Pints and a Glimpse into the World of Petty Crime.

Upon the cobblestone streets built over basement dwellings which once made up the quarters of the lowest of the pauper class, Dubliners can still hear the clipping and the clopping of expensive leather as it makes its way up Henrietta Street.In…